It's all his fault for being an artist!

Chapter 9 Striving for Perfection, Family Throne, QQ

Cheng Wang could vaguely guess that, given Lao Wang's personality, he would definitely give him a stern lecture in the studio.

Thinking of past and present lives.

I always hear all the teachers praising other people's children.

I was 18 that year, standing there like a lackey.

Now, relying on the accumulated technology, they have achieved a "dimensional reduction attack" and suddenly transformed themselves into a role model in the eyes of others.

Cheng Wang had no intention of even trying to compare himself to the principal's class, which had once seemed unattainable.

I just want to let things take their course and challenge myself.

Strive for excellence and perform at your best.

He always felt that...

This is a state of mind that I have never experienced before.

Even without being personally surrounded by extravagance and envy, there was a sense of joy and relief.

Everything is proceeding smoothly.

After returning home.

Cheng Wang seized the opportunity and, combining Lao Wang's analysis with his own insights, immediately began experimenting with the three joint examination questions.

To his great surprise,

In addition to the already clearly defined direction of modification.

After completing each piece, not only do my basic penmanship skills become more and more refined, but also many ideas on the level of understanding emerge continuously, like a dam breaking.

Even if a work seems flawless at first glance, as long as he is willing to strive for perfection, he can always revise it to achieve a more satisfactory result.

Oi, kid, it feels like... it's getting hot!

There's a reason why art students with a second chance at success often achieve incredible things.

It's a pity.

My predecessor in history, although he successfully attained enlightenment in Longchang, allocated his talent points in a direction that is difficult to evaluate.

cough cough.

Fortunately, I grew up under the red flag!

To put it somewhat dramatically, after practicing at home for the past few days, Cheng Wang seems to have suddenly understood what "flow" feels like.

The state of complete absorption in an activity leads to a significant increase in work efficiency and happiness.

Witnessing the process of improvement and refinement firsthand is enough to make one spontaneously ignore fatigue.

So much so that when it came to dinner, Cheng Wang rarely sat at the same table with his family. After getting his food, he went back to his bedroom and replenished his energy while doing other things.

"Chengwang, eat in the living room, don't make the bedroom dirty."

The father, Cheng Jianhua, unaware of the situation, assumed it was just his usual behavior and thought his son was being foolish, so he spoke up to stop him.

Unexpected.

Lin Qin was the first to object, her brows furrowing as she resolutely declared, "Old man, Cheng Wang's college entrance exam is in a few days. Can you please not disturb him?"

"Oh, is it still a few days? I thought it was next month."

"Why don't you pay more attention to your son?" Lin Qin scolded her senile husband.

"Do you know that Teacher Wang has a very high opinion of Cheng Wang now? If you disturb his exam preparation, I'll never forgive you."

"Who is Teacher Wang?"

"Cheng Jianhua!"

"Oh, I remember now, the art studio teacher?"

Seeing Lin Qin's eyes widen, Cheng Jianhua was glad he hadn't completely lost his senses and immediately realized what was happening.

He pretended to be trying hard to remember, and carefully considered his words before speaking.

"The praise was very high. I remember that from childhood to adulthood, all the teachers mentioned him when they talked about him, saying that he had gotten into all sorts of trouble. This is the first time I've heard a teacher praise him, which is quite surprising."

Lin Qin became even angrier: "My son isn't as bad as you say! It's just that you never care about his studies!"

"Yes, yes, your son, how could he not be outstanding, just like his mother?"

Knowing this, I realized I was indeed in the wrong.

Faced with this fiercely protective family accountant, Cheng Jianhua had no choice but to avoid her sharp edge and quickly force a smile.

"Hmph, that's more like it."

"Hey, honey, tell me exactly how Teacher Wang praised that brat."

"Teacher Wang told me that for the next few days, Cheng Wang only needs to stay at home and prepare for the exam without going to the art studio."

Lin Qin recalled how, through the receiver, Wang Huiming tried to remain calm, but couldn't suppress his joyful tone.

A look of pride immediately appeared on her face.

"If he continues to perform like this, my son will definitely get a high score on the joint entrance exam, and there's a very high chance he'll pass the entrance exam for the Yuhang Academy of Fine Arts!"

"Yuhang Academy of Fine Arts? That's a very prestigious art academy!" Cheng Jianhua exclaimed in surprise.

"If he really gets in, that kid will be really successful. I heard it's one of the best art universities in the country."

"Don't you even know whose son he is?"

"Haha, it's both of us."

"I haven't seen anything else, but you're certainly good at being a chatterbox."

"However, the art academy is in Yuhang. If Chengwang gets in, won't he be unable to go home on weekends?"

"Hmm, that's a problem."

Upon hearing this...

The joy on Lin Qin's face faded, and she fell into deep thought and melancholy.

Most parents in Shanghai share a common trait.

They always felt that, apart from the two top universities in Beijing, no other university in the country, no matter how famous, could compare to a local university that was close to home.

Even if one rationally knows that those may be prestigious 985 and 211 universities, from an emotional perspective, there is always a certain degree of bias.

Cheng Jianhua and Lin Qin hit it off on similar issues.

If Yuhang weren't so close to Shanghai, it would be hard to say whether the reputation of being one of the eight major art academies or its geographical location was more attractive.

The college entrance exams won't start for a while yet.

Parents are already worried about how Cheng Wang will live after leaving Shanghai.

However, that's still true.

As parents, seeing their son's attitude change 180 degrees, they would definitely support him unconditionally.

Although they didn't understand why Cheng Wang kept drawing only three pictures, no matter how many times he turned them upside down.

With the mindset of a layman watching the spectacle, I naturally assumed that this might have been arranged by Teacher Wang on purpose.

Ok……

For professionals, there must be a deeper meaning behind this.

We ordinary mortals can't fathom this; all we need to do is serve the young master well.

To fully support Chengwang's college entrance examination, Lin Qin even arranged for him to receive the highest level of treatment at home.

Household chores and dinner? All chores are free!

Our great painter's hand is precious, we can't use it to wash rice, what if it freezes?

Cheng Wang had experienced a similar ordeal in his previous life.

When children are truly approaching a crossroads in their lives, unless there are special circumstances at home, very few parents would ask their children to distract themselves.

Before the college entrance exam, they were cherished like precious gems; after the exam, they were neglected even by the dogs at home. This is perhaps a true experience that many students can relate to.

But Cheng Wang couldn't have guessed that, after Wang Huiming stabilized morale, his parents were already treating him like a prospective student for the Academy of Fine Arts.

It's just in the details of daily life.

He could clearly feel the distinct differences between his past and present lives.

"Son, are you hungry? Shall I bring you some noodles?"

"I've left the water bottle over there. Remember to drink plenty of water."

"Oh, you're drawing, then I won't disturb you any longer."

"..."

"Dad, Mom, um, my hand isn't broken yet."

"Go away, you brat, what are you saying? That's so awful."

As a mother, Lin Qin is more attentive and therefore more likely to understand.

Even Cheng Jianhua changed his patriarchal style and encouraged himself not to worry about anything and just focus on doing his job.

Based on his understanding of his own father, even if he were reborn, Cheng Wang would still be shocked.

I go……

What did you give me?

Is this still my home?!

He felt both somewhat out of place and deeply encouraged.

It's a rare opportunity to be a model student for others, so we have to let the results speak for themselves.

Putting aside all other thoughts, Cheng Wang devoted himself fully to the exam preparation, refining the three joint entrance exam questions he had memorized.

As the sun and moon alternate, time flows by.

There are three days left until the Shanghai Art Joint Entrance Examination.

After getting up early, Cheng Wang marked December 19th on the calendar with a red cross to remind himself of the current time. After washing up, he prepared to begin his routine.

The phone lying on the bedside table suddenly lit up; QQ showed an unread message.

[Ayanami: I'm taking the day off today, I'll come to your house in a bit.]

This is Mu Ziling's QQ name.

Cheng Wang could recognize it at a glance.